A Love To Killer's

CHAPTER 2: Treat my wounds

“Diaz, what is...” Evangeline saw the husband who did not come out, and instead stood behind the door.

However, the man raised his index finger, as if asking the wife to remain silent.

Evangeline looked in surprise at her husband, who was still standing on the spot as if he was looking at something.

Moments later, he closed the door and walked towards his wife.

Gently, the man rubbed Evangeline's reddish mane.

“Actually, what do you see outside?” ask Evangeline curiously.

“Later I will tell you. I'll go out and call dad,” replied Ardiaz.

“Dad here?” ask Evangeline enthusiastically.

Ardiaz nodded with a smile. He kissed his wife with warmth.

“I called Dad here, and asked someone to treat me. So good girl, okay. Don't move much and trouble dad,” exclaimed Ardiaz.

Evangeline chuckled small, making Ardiaz squash and pinch her nose.

“Sick...,” complained Evangeline.

“I just said to be a good girl, why are you laughing at me, hem?” ask Ardiaz gomass.

“Hehe... I'm still not used to seeing your nagging attitude on this one. Really funny... and sweet,” said Evangeline.

His hands stretched out to touch the husband's cheek. Ardiaz stared fixedly at the pale face, and slowly brought his face closer to the woman.

A gentle kiss landed on Evangeline's lips, so warm and trembling all over her body.

However, Ardiaz did not want to deepen it and immediately withdrew from the wife.

The two looked at each other again and threw a smile. Ardiaz stroked his wife's cheek lovingly.

“From now on, you'll always see my other side. Even my wildest side. So, get used to it, okay?” Ardiaz.

Evangeline again chuckled and nodded.

Ardiaz then bailed out to call the in-laws. When he opened the door, Malcolm, who had been crying before, was no longer there.

Hemachandra got up and approached the daughter-in-law.

“What's up, Diaz? Is Eva okay?” ask Hemachandra.

“He wants to meet you. Go inside,” said Ardiaz.

“then you?” ask Hemachandra again.

“I happen to still have to treat my wound. Eva is very chatty to see I still haven't treated her,” replied Ardiaz.

“Ah... Is correct. I didn't realize it either. Hurry up and treat that. Do not get an infection,” exclaimed Hemachandra.

Ardiaz nodded. Hemachandra went in to see the princess.

After her in-laws disappeared behind the door, Ardiaz's smile instantly disappeared. He then faced the end of the hallway, and stumbled in that direction.

However, Ardiaz did not care at all, and let all the whispers echo in the elevator, until he reached the first floor and walked out of it.

He was seen heading towards the emergency unit, but he passed by and continued to walk to the end of the hall, where doctors lined the room.

He stopped right in front of the room, where his friend's name was attached to the door.

He turned the handle, and opened it without tapping first.

The door opened, and a doctor was sitting on his back against the door leaning back and closing his eyes.

Hearing the door open and close again, he turned the chair around and saw who had entered his room disrespectfully.

However, just now he was about to open his mouth, his eyes were first rounded when he saw who was already standing in front of him.

“You...,” said.

Ardiaz came in and sat down without being invited first may the owner of the room.

“Obati lukaku,” shouts instantly.

Malcolm took his seat and put both elbows on the table.

“Can't you go to the emergency room there? Why should I come here?” said Malcolm cynically.

“Do not sell expensive and cynical like that. Let's just say this is your responsibility for what your father has done to me,” said Ardiaz no less sharp.

Malcolm was silent. He was slapped by Ardiaz's words.

The young doctor woke up and opened a storage cabinet, which was equipped with ultraviolet light as a sterilizer of medical devices stored there.

He also took some bottles of antiseptic, bandages, cotton and plaster from another cupboard and brought them all to the place where Ardiaz was.

“Open your shirt,” exclaims Malcolm.

Ardiaz immediately took off his shirt with a few hisses, because his arm could not be raised up due to a gunshot wound on his shoulder.

He borrowed a pair of scissors between Malcolm's tools to cut off one side of his pants.

The gunshot wound to his leg was in his lower thigh, adjacent to his knee, so he needed to do just that so Malcolm could take his bullet out.

“Gigit is something. Don't let you scream. I don't want people outside storming in because they're listening to your screams,” Malcolm said.

“Just do your job. I know what to do,” said Ardiaz no less cold.

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